Feature| Portland Monthly Magazine

It’s a rising tide for Ostreophiles.

As the sun dips toward the horizon at the end of one of Maine’s burnished summer days, like clockwork the bars, restaurants, and seafood shacks scattered along Maine’s coastline  begin to crowd with hungry visitors, their skin flushed and mouths parched from the heat and sharp sea breeze. Beer glasses are filled and refilled, sweating condensation onto the bar top. When it’s too hot to eat but too late not to, these sun-soaked gourmands only have eyes for one thing: fresh oysters served in the half shell with just a squeeze of lemon or a drizzle of mignonette. The tang of brine delivers you back to the ocean in one mouthful. Savoring the primal enjoyment of eating raw oysters, it’s surprising to remember that only a matter of decades ago, a plate of the fresh shellfish would have been all but of unheard of in Maine… http://www.portlandmonthly.com/portmag/2017/06/new-oyster-cult/

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